love is a battlefield [raid meeting]

Calamity had been keeping to herself so much lately that she felt as if she'd lost her place amidst the rest of the pack. She was just existing. Any revelation she'd been hoping for hadn't yet come and she was beginning to suspect that it never would. Cursing to herself, the princess roused slowly from her daily meditation. The Armada raid might shake up her routine enough to be interesting. At the very least, she'd better show her face so that her sisters and mother knew she was still alive. Vaguely Cala was aware that Deathbelle had given birth to a second litter, sired by her... uncle, Hannibal. Half-breeds and muddied blood, what was the pack coming to? First it was going to the dogs and now it may as well be up in flames. She wondered what her father would think of it all. The young princess arrived at the gathering and sat at the edge, her ears and eyes alert. Yes, a distraction was just what she needed.